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"I dont really know, Iv'e only been here a few days myself." Arcene says, looking up towards the now immobile fighter. He definetly recognized the tech, and the symbol painted on the side, but not the fighter model. It seemed to be empty though... He grab's onto a handhold on the side, the sword literally vanishing from his hand as he pulls himself up, looking inside. He nearly falls off as the cockpit suddenly open's. It appeared to have been modified some from whatever it's original design was, there were two seats in here though it looked like it's original had been a single. "What is this doing here?" He mutter's to himself, jumping into the cockpit front seat. The control's were still on, he noted, as he starts messing with the control's. It had been a while, but he still remembered how to work with one of these thing's. Well, not this model, but the control's were the same.

"Yeah." Arcene call's out from inside as his hand danced over the control's, lever's, and display's, checking it all out. It all seemed to be working properly. He leans out of the cockpit, looking down toward's garnet. "That bar on the side, you can pull yourself in using it." He says, reaching a hand down for an extra boost if she wanted to get in. This solved the issue of getting them both from point A to point B, if there was a flight suit. He harbored no illusions she would be used to the G's on this fighter, not if she hadnt recognised it.

"Hmm..." Arcene hum's as he pulls her up, quickly messing with a small screen on the side of the cockpit, which turned on. Luckily all the newer model's had these input jack's, which he had pluggeed the screen into. He pulls up the relevant statistic's. "About mach 2.3 below ten thousand meter's." He says, reading the rest, impressed by it's ability's. Above 10k at mach 6? He hadnt seen any model that could hit that speed except the beta, and this thing was a lot smaller then that. Hell, except with it's booster, the beta coudnt even top 2.4 . Impressed, he start's going through the rest of the data.

"Very."Arcene says, suddenly getting a thought that could be an issue. She woudnt know how this thing worked at all if she didnt know how fast that was. And he could see in the reflection off the screen she was having trouble with the belt harness. This could be tricky, he would have to see what was onboard. Without a flight suit even, she could start having issue's very quickly. "How did it travel by mist?" He ask's as he looks through what was listed as onboard. At least the previous pilot kept a good record of content's.

Arcene stand's up in his seat. "Trust me, yes, we do." He says as he climb's along the back of the plane towards the cyclone storage compartment. The pilot apperantly had been like him, sucked out of his home dimension without support, but fully equipped. His cyclone was gone, but he was using it's compartment for other thing's, including one of the specialized flight suit's. They were designed to change size to accomadate the wearer, so she could use that. Without it, he wasnt really sure her heart, or her head, woudnt pop like a grape. With, it made it much less likely. "What are eidolon's?" He asks. He really didnt like the term enslave. After a short stint where his power's had vanished in a slaving dimension, and he had been taken... Yeah, not really so good memory's. And a both rational and irrational hatred of it as well. He open's the compartment, the peices sliding back, as he starts digging through the content's, trying to dig up the flight suit and helmet he had seen on the pilot's list.

"Hmm." Arcene hums, semi-satisfied. Still, he would have to keep a watchful eye. "Found them." He says, pulling out the flight suit and helmet, and standing, the helmet on top of the suit, which was folded up right now. He walks along the top of the plane to the cockpit, kneeling down. "You'll want to put these on." He says, offering them too her. "There is a cluster of stone's that should be private enough." He says as he hops back in the cockpit, unplugging the screen from it's spot and pocketing it.

Arcene looked at Garnet after the long wait for her to come out. The suit didnt flatter her the way the dress had, but it wasn't made too. It was made as a pressurized military flight suit to keep pilot's from blacking out and/or dying during high G turn's and dogfight's in the void of space, where inertia was stronger. Thinking for a moment, he respond's, "The helmet... well, you might survive without it, but I doubt it would be pleasent, even if I didnt get into any sharp turn's." He says. This time, he was willing to give her an option, although he knew just how far 'not pleasent' extended if he got dragged into a dogfight. luckily, this thing was designed to be extremly hard to take out of the sky, so even with his admittedly rusty skills, he should be able to win, at least against anything he had seen so far.